“Targ, is everything ready?” a soft, melodius voice calls from the darkness.

  “Yessssss Masssster. All issss prepared for the sssssssummoning. We have found the perfect wayward sssssssoul for Hissssssss glory.”

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  “Very good Targ. Tell Bothe to proceed as planned. I need to get back to the city before anyone notices that I’m missing.”

  Clawed footsteps echo away from the voice, as the darkness deepens to a true black.